tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87473852784932932512018-02-07T03:40:41.971-08:00Dirty Little SecretsDreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-63307220983195609822012-12-10T08:19:00.000-08:002012-12-10T08:21:53.242-08:00One moment please.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. That's what makes us want to scream and swear and make them cry. That relief that makes you feel that you don't have to bear it alone. It's eerily peaceful!<br /><div><br /></div><div>That one short moment makes it less devastating. That you're not the only one with problems. You're not the only one fucked up. You are not the only depressed soul. You can &nbsp;see the ghost of the laughter that still hasn't left their mouth before your outburst and it gives you hope, maybe even a little perspective.</div><div><br /></div><div>Suddenly, the world is a much bigger place and you're a barely-existent dot on that globe. You see the bigger picture. You see that there are much bigger problems. Problems that you would never, ever want to encounter. You see that the person standing in front of you - the person that you've just yelled at - it speechless because you seem to have hit a nerve.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then you come undone. You learn it a second to late. You learn what you have done. You have to witness that look in their eyes which plainly says "I know" to whatever mean things you've just said to them. You see that failure, that damnedness in their eyes. But its more than what you had signed up for.</div><div><br /></div><div>All you wanted was to pass the claustrophobic, stifling pain to someone else.&nbsp;All you wanted was a moment of relief.&nbsp;You did not want to see that look, your look, reflected in someone else's eyes. This makes the cycle clearer to you than ever before. And, in that moment you're left wondering who the next victim is going to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's unbearable. You want out. You turn around, with a smile on your face. A smile which is based on confusion and tiredness and disbelief. But, they don't know what internal battle you're going through. Not yet. And so, forever in their mind, you'll be the bitch that said mean things to them and then smiled. All in that <strike>short</strike> never-ending moment!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-75565093796771073172012-11-06T10:05:00.002-08:002012-11-07T07:02:25.867-08:00Lessons - learnt the hard way.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>If you don't make an effort to be remembered. You're forgotten.</li><li>People leave. Heart shatters. Just a little lesser every time.</li><li>Loneliness is way underrated.</li><li>If you're confused about being with someone, then save them the heart aches - Don't be with them.</li><li>Life is overrated and pointless. You're living not because you feel alive. You're living because there's still time for death.</li><li>It wasn't love. It was a matter of priority.</li><li>Don't hate so much. You're going to regret it too damn much when you see the person you hated with a burning passion reflected in that pitiless mirror.</li><li>Love changes to hope, flickers and gives away by the way of regret. Hate - it intensifies.</li><li>Ego is just a selfish way used to stay away from confrontation. It bows away only when its too late for anything else.</li></ul><div><br /><i>And this last one I learnt after observing this elderly lady on the train back from Rajasthan.</i><br /><br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Love is having that one person in your life you want to say your first "Good Morning" and your last "Good Night" to.</li></ul></div><div><div><br /><i>Upon asking her grand-daughter I found that she has been widowed 15 years ago. What was so sweet and touching about her was that even though she did not remember what she did or said 5-10 minutes ago, she did not forget to sleep with and wake up to her late husband's picture by her side.</i></div></div><div><br /></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-7695703557987738142012-02-25T22:13:00.002-08:002012-02-26T02:23:27.950-08:00What you mean to me - Fantabulous February<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9DiU-n9So0/T0nNGkm6HWI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zXKeAfCSKM0/s1600/tumblr_lwzc6afyQu1qioh7do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9DiU-n9So0/T0nNGkm6HWI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zXKeAfCSKM0/s320/tumblr_lwzc6afyQu1qioh7do1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Like the burst of yellow in the ocean of green,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Like the beautiful candle that molten wax had once been;</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Like the first sunrays on the cold gray sea, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Like the intoxicating fragrance of the assamese tea;</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Like the closest friend one could have in a strange, new city,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>you fill my life with&nbsp;colors&nbsp;and make me feel pretty.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The photo above is an inspiration taken from <a href="http://stone-paper-scissor.blogspot.in/2012/02/fantabulous-february-day-twenty-six.html"><span style="color: cyan;">Kanika's</span></a> Blog.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Visit her blog to understand her take on the given photo.</div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-59458271124670131822012-02-14T08:35:00.000-08:002012-02-14T08:37:14.045-08:00Closure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXBkzMKTLBQ/TzqNGXAaVrI/AAAAAAAAAto/EDENyzOkIy0/s1600/78b27b771660fdec154cad0548dc636d-d3455ig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXBkzMKTLBQ/TzqNGXAaVrI/AAAAAAAAAto/EDENyzOkIy0/s400/78b27b771660fdec154cad0548dc636d-d3455ig.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>I could have been 18 again, envied by every girl for being a girlfriend of the best-looking guy in the class. I could have been the introverted bitch with an "attitude problem" again. I could have been the girl who was laughed at for weeks because she tripped down the stairs onto a guy who resembled a stick figure! I could have been messed-up again, so much so that littlest things would set the waterworks off. I could have been the helpless romantic, who -&nbsp;in spite&nbsp;of having her heart broken - would have forgiven the guy just because it would save me the big fight and frankly, save me from going back to being alone.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I could so easily go back to being </i>that<i> girl again; and I could have ended up having a memorable time. I could have forgiven the guy just because we liked the same band and hated the same subjects. I could have given in just for the familiarity and simplicity of it all.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't help getting lost in an intoxicating reverie, with some acoustic music filling the background.</div><div>But the phone rang again and I snapped back to reality.</div><div><br /></div><div>If only it had been any other day, I thought, and I picked up the phone.</div><div>"Hey! Listen, I - I shouldn't have - I - " but then he sighed, and instead said, "I miss you!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I had expected this but it ached nevertheless. I took a deep breath, mustered all my strength and finally said those words which would end it all. "It's not love for 'a person'", I said, remembering him saying these exact words to his then ex-girlfriend, " it's just love for 'the day'. Why don't you call me when the spell's broken."</div><div><br /></div><div>And then I hung up, providing us both with the much needed closure!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-67379639278053257282012-01-20T03:43:00.000-08:002012-01-20T03:43:22.131-08:00True Story!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Your true journey starts</div><div style="text-align: center;">not when you choose and head towards your destiny</div><div style="text-align: center;">but when someone special crosses your path</div><div style="text-align: center;">and instead of moving on,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you leave everything behind</div><div style="text-align: center;">and follow that person</div><div style="text-align: center;">not worrying,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">for once in your life,</div><div style="text-align: center;">about where you're headed</div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;">what you're leaving behind.</div><div style="text-align: center;">^_^</div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-60251252014783632432011-11-27T08:42:00.001-08:002011-11-27T09:01:18.099-08:00Lost, shaken...not broken.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns0cfnTX7zM/TtJsAt4jgVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/b_gQ_dP46qg/s1600/lost-everything-trying-to-start-over-by-haley-nagy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ns0cfnTX7zM/TtJsAt4jgVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/b_gQ_dP46qg/s320/lost-everything-trying-to-start-over-by-haley-nagy.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When dreams shatter in front of your eyes,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When its so painful you have to lie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some hurtful words that could cut a stone,</div><div style="text-align: center;">An unfixable fight that leaves you alone,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When your best of efforts go to waste,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you remember bad choices you made in a haste,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When darkness stops scaring you inside,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When light falls on your face, it feels uncomfortably bright,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you realize your love is a second too late,</div><div style="text-align: center;">When unceasing pain feels like an unfortunate fate,<br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">Its not kiddish to let your guard down and cry,</span></i><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">It may seem impossible, but the next pain will&nbsp;definitely&nbsp;make you smile.</span></i></div><br /></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-87433056196286352872011-07-21T09:53:00.001-07:002011-07-21T09:56:40.170-07:00Yes, I know you know it.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUJXNOQcMo8/TihYhYiIujI/AAAAAAAAArc/TFY1-bulAIY/s1600/Is_a_bitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUJXNOQcMo8/TihYhYiIujI/AAAAAAAAArc/TFY1-bulAIY/s320/Is_a_bitch.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Life is a bitch. My only advice to you is run. Run before she catches up with you and bites you in your bum.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">If you’ve read the above lines and agreed (sadly or grudgingly or whatever) you’ve been bitten already, HARD and it wouldn’t hurt to yell some well chosen curses to the wind either. Do it now. Let the pain out. Let your folks think you’re out of your mind. Let someone get offended and yell some profanities back at you. Let the birds fly away from you in shock. Let your boss fire you for going nuts. No… no, don’t. I take that back. Go yell in a bathroom or something if you’re in your office or yell at someone who works under you. Show them that you’re the boss. Be Hari Sadu from the advertisement for naukri.com if you want to and as liberating as that may make you feel, make sure the Hari Sadu of your life doesn’t get to see your performance. *winks* After all he’s the one paying who is paying you for everything you own down to your underwear, right?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">You see the irony here? You can do what you want. You can dance naked, you can shave your head or color them yellow, you can swear, you can get drunk and stupid, you can spend all your money on your secret mistress, you can read Kama sutra in public, you can pee on someone’s new shoes, you can make hell break loose but you have to make sure you don’t do it in front of the wrong people. You’re the owner of the biggest alcohol brand in India but you can’t drink to celebrate your success. There’s freedom and there’s ten new laws smothering your rights to use that freedom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">I know you’re going to shout “cliché!” in your head now but life is not changing. She’s going to take two long strides and bite you whenever you stop to rest and drink water. And as many stitches and medications you take afterwards, there’s going to come a bite that will render all your needles and high priced capsules useless. You are going to shout “aw fuck” and the next thing you know, you’re dead. The point, you ask?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">&nbsp;The point, my friend, is that the bitch will bite you regardless of whether you’ve won a Nobel Prize for some outstanding achievement or whether you’ve screwed up big time and you’re forty and unmarried and still living off your parents’ money.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">So, it’s always been upon you whether you want to spend the rest of your life being chased by a bitch or whether you want to stop, throw a biscuit at her, cuddle her and make her your pet for the rest of your life.</span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-46742945535503462582011-07-08T03:41:00.000-07:002011-08-03T09:24:16.776-07:00Impulse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6dTReMLzPg/ThberNFcjdI/AAAAAAAAAps/k0QUDkBbWMA/s1600/When_it_rains_by_demilycarina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6dTReMLzPg/ThberNFcjdI/AAAAAAAAAps/k0QUDkBbWMA/s320/When_it_rains_by_demilycarina.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In all of the 15 minutes that the old man stood in the rain, dripping water from his shiny white hair, chin and suede elbows, serenity never left his eyes, and amusement his lips. He could totally have passed as an ancient sculpture, just left there in the rains, washing away, melting, vanishing right there in front of your eyes in the haze of the torrential downpour. His stance was hypnotizing; there was nothing different or special at all about him. Everyone around him were enjoying the romantic whether – couples walking hand in hand, friends fooling around, kids dancing around in their gum boots and raincoats, parents sitting on a bench and watching their kids, yelling warnings when the children ran too far, loners sitting there and losing themselves to the rains. Everything was dreamlike; like the scene had just been cut out of a happy movie. If there was something or somebody to look at, you would choose to see the kids: carefree, innocent, thrilled or the couples: blissful and romantic. Who would want to look at a lonely old man and feel guilty about his solitude and have images of their children’s treachery in their heads?&nbsp; </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The middle-aged lady sitting at the bus-stop was compulsively arranging the pleats on her umbrella to tie it just like it had been when it was brand new. Even though she had been doing it just to pass time until her bus arrived, the sight was very disturbing. 5 minutes into her constant straightening of the fabric, the bus had arrived and in a hurry to get in, she stuffed the umbrella in her already overflowing bag. All the tidy pleats lost, it lay messy and forgotten in the lady’s bag while she now sat in the window seat, enjoying the monsoon outside.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A little kid stood at the edge of the footpath, his legs see-sawing against the concrete. His annoyed expression didn’t leave much too the imagination. Every few seconds his eyes would search his shoes for any sign of damage, having already lost his watch to the rains. He was extremely fidgety. He’d hold his raincoat together tightly around his body and just try to be comfortable when his cap would fall off his head; when he’d let go of his raincoat to adjust his cap, his t-shirt would get wet and he would yell audible profanities at the rains or maybe to the broken zipper of his raincoat. But right out of nowhere, his head smoothed out of what seemed like permanently etched creases, his irritation was replaced with a coy and hopeful smile and he was smartening the little of himself that he could. The next minute a pretty girl holding a girly umbrella had approached him and all the previous annoyance forgotten, he let go of the raincoat and followed her into the never-ending downpour.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It&nbsp;wasn't&nbsp;like her to be so impulsive or irresponsible but she seemed to have forgotten just what she has been missing out on in her busy, scheduled life and what she was slowly turning into. </span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><i>She closed her umbrella, stepped out of the shelter of the bus stop and started walking, not caring for the first time in all these years about the consequences or about what lay ahead.</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">&nbsp;</span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-80070127363938815032011-05-21T04:03:00.000-07:002011-05-23T11:21:36.236-07:00Cliché<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i>Don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i>Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there's no point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, may start to die.</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i>One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not to be taken sincerely as we are really temporary here. We are like a prepaid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up?</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i>Its ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in a couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, enjoy with your friends, fall in love, little fights with your loved ones. We are people, not programmed devices.</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i>Don't be serious. Be sincere.</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"><i>Chetan Bhagat</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"><i>at Symbiosis</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">You grow everyday - mentally, physically, emotionally.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">I am stronger now. I don't hurt as easily as I used to earlier.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">I am coiling back into my shell slowly and willingly, but there are some experiences for company now, which makes me a different person, a better person, a secure person. They make all the difference between what I was five years ago and what I am now. Between the insecure, suspicious, overbearing me and the secure, independent, friendly me.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">I know I haven't shared things here since a long time and have stopped reading and commenting on people's blogs. I have no reasons.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">There is always someone you hate or love without any reason. You'd be tongue-tied if someone asked you to explain abput it. Then there are times when you don't feel like being around certain people and doing certain things. You draw yourself away from those things and people. You create enough distance to be comfortable. This may be read by some as attitude or rudenss but others, who have felt this way, will know how it feels, and would know is temporary and would know you still love them. But sometimes you just need your own space.</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVh--Gm1aeE/TdebJwC3nDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/O_kMcQpzvq8/s1600/insecure__by_camiloo-d3bawcr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVh--Gm1aeE/TdebJwC3nDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/O_kMcQpzvq8/s1600/insecure__by_camiloo-d3bawcr.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">I'm coming back. Little by little.&nbsp;</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Just stay tuned.</div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-23041311540266027622011-03-22T06:48:00.000-07:002011-05-23T11:22:52.645-07:00Dream!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gySG7sFA7u4/TYioimqHJwI/AAAAAAAAAok/KGktgxrApA4/s1600/A_Date_With_A_Dream_by_gilad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gySG7sFA7u4/TYioimqHJwI/AAAAAAAAAok/KGktgxrApA4/s320/A_Date_With_A_Dream_by_gilad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz that's the only place where you can fill a booklet full of curses, lyrics and jokes in exams and still get full marks!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz that's the only place where you can kiss your best friend's hot boyfriend and get blessings from your friend instead of swears and punches!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz its the only place where you can sing like a frog and dance lika an itchy hen and be praised more than Michael Jackson!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz its the only place where you don't run behind your father begging for a new cellphone but its he who says its high time you took one!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz its the only place where you have a perfect life with a sea-facing mansion, Ashton Kutcher for a husband and blue-eyed twins for kids!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz its the only place where fat and ugly is in!</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Coz that's the only place where "impossible" is made to hide its face and make a run for it.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #674ea7;">Dream!</span></i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #674ea7;">You don't wanna end up regretting not getting to live the life you always wanted now, do you?</span></i></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-80287289706957344622011-02-17T05:32:00.000-08:002011-05-23T11:23:21.321-07:00Lying is a way of people to give us exactly the kind of life we wanted...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: inherit;">Because lies wouldn't exist if they weren't there to make us happy!</div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-36801155591962269832011-01-27T04:13:00.000-08:002011-05-23T10:43:15.208-07:00Birthday shopping means shopping for all the days of the birthday month...right?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Coz thats what I've done! *tries to not look guilty at all*</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Its birthday time for Dandelion!!!!!!!!! 8)</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I've always been excited about my birthday but this year seems different. Reason? Dandelion has made so many new friends and all of them are so so besharam that she's gonna lose every single penny she has in treating them for being born with no special talent other than making it a tradition to cry atleat once on every birthday! </div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I'm an adult and there's never been a single day since last February which actually made a difference. :[</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I still can't ride bikes. My car is rusting away too. I'm still too young to drink. *winks* I don't even have a credit card.</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">The only thing I've done which makes me feel all grown up and important is DONATE BLOOD!!!</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">*claps claps claps*</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">The fainting and blackouts we won't talk about. Why ruin the proud moment, eh? ;)</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">And oh, for all those who want to gimme gifts for my 19th birthday, jus lemme know...I'll contact you! :P</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">There's <a href="http://purple-peeptoes.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Purple Peeptoes</span></a>, who can make my birthday happening, albeit belatedly, by giving away this wonderful jhola to my blog!</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TUFfzS6YJ-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zWpATK8Fi4c/s1600/giveaway1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TUFfzS6YJ-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zWpATK8Fi4c/s320/giveaway1.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">It does make you eyes pop out no!</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I've got my fingers crossed. You'd better do that too!</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-44083675991241160882011-01-11T03:55:00.000-08:002011-05-23T10:43:54.616-07:00Isn't it reason enough?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TSxEztBGG3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-3V3Vdz9qr4/s1600/strawberry_minutes__by_camiloo-d2ruum9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TSxEztBGG3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-3V3Vdz9qr4/s400/strawberry_minutes__by_camiloo-d2ruum9.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I look at you - laughing as if there's no bother in the world that can ever make you frown, feeling my gaze and looking at me questionably, calling my name, trying to shake me out of my reverie, failing to&nbsp;realize&nbsp;that its you who I am actually into, not an&nbsp;oblivion, not any dream. Its you who has me so caught up and mesmerized. You, whom I never&nbsp;want to&nbsp;forget. You I look at and smile, subtly trying to capture all the emotions and actions that I know will fade one day...just like everything else.</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Never ever have I hated time so much. Never ever felt that desperate urge to smash the clock and stop its&nbsp;rhythmic, almost hypnotic ticking forever. I already see you blurring around the edges, making me feel exactly how helpless I am in front of time. Face heated up, scrunched up in concentration not to ruin this perfect moment of bliss, I wonder if I'll ever forgive time again...for helping me through, for taking this away, for making &nbsp;all these days just a blurry image of a forgotten past, for making YOU so hazy, so distant, that I would be forced to question whether WE actually ever existed.</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The worst part would be seeing you and feeling <i>nothing</i>... when once, now, it's hard to even see tomorrow without you. Time can do that to you. Time can give you hope to live again. But is that what you really need?&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span">Is that what you want? A life where you don't even remember who made it worth living?</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Him: Its such a weird feeling you know...having so many close friends.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Me: Oh, I wouldn't know. I've only had you.</i></span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-85898230487391089282010-12-24T10:12:00.000-08:002011-05-23T10:39:16.248-07:00Wow! Look who's getting senti-mental :P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TRTiY6lQMCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KKhNvucDIqo/s1600/time_passes_by_____by_xvampirexdarkxkissx-d2xgkn4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TRTiY6lQMCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KKhNvucDIqo/s320/time_passes_by_____by_xvampirexdarkxkissx-d2xgkn4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Carefree</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Randomness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Surprises</div><div style="text-align: center;">Masti like never before</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reunion with certain old friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">A whole new list of some new close friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quirky music</div><div style="text-align: center;">An unexplained hatred for loneliness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beloved winter</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unceasing hatred towards numbers</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happydent overload</div><div style="text-align: center;">Extension of curfew timings</div><div style="text-align: center;">25% completion of the never-ending to-do list</div><div style="text-align: center;">Table-tennis</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hearty talks with complete strangers</div><div style="text-align: center;">Revelations</div><div style="text-align: center;">A discovery of talent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Short hair</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tentative acceptance of life &amp; its challenges</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That's my 2010, what's yours?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-71462402495168268782010-12-17T06:09:00.000-08:002011-05-23T10:39:32.349-07:00And the award goes to...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Today is when my blog turns 1&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">:D</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*claps claps claps*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I know my blog archive shows I started writing from January&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">but I had already made this blog before that&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">but I just didn't have any writing material</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">or maybe I was just a very lazy kinda person.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I am still now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But that's just not the same as before.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">:P</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I remember one not-so-fine January day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">when I felt as if I need an escape</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">someplace where I could dump the feelings&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and emotional overtures I was going through without hurting anyone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">or letting anyone know at all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That was a big thing. Very huge.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And I was just never the same again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And that's when Dirty Little Secrets</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mind starts speaking, as was known previously</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">came to my rescue.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And since then it has always been there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Waiting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Waiting for me to approach it whenever I wanted to write</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">or when I wanted to let out everything I was feeling</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">or just when I was merely bored.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I haven't shared many personal feelings here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and I don't even think I have it in me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I find more fascinated by characters more happening and interesting</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">than me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I like dreams.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I like fiction.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I like poetries too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But not having the ability to rhyme that well is a different matter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">altogether. :P</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've met many people too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This journey has been overwhelming.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Felling more close to people I read rather than people I am around most of the time</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">is a bit&nbsp;weird&nbsp;to wrap your head around</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">but it gives you the belief that the world is,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">indeed,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">a very small place</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">even in its diversity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">:]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There are a few people who&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">have totally changed my perspective</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">about life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Or who have made me laugh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Or others who have made me feel close to them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Closer, even, then my best friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I can't do much for them but I should say that</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I love you and your tiny world that I now feel a part of.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And an award in this situation is just passé.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So here goes,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TQtsg8VqbPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rkSSxKi_Fvk/s1600/bestblogaward5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TQtsg8VqbPI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rkSSxKi_Fvk/s1600/bestblogaward5.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1] Shreya from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><a href="http://letdmuzicplay.blogspot.com/">Such a Cow</a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2] Jeweliot/Dipti from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><a href="http://0f-the-girl.blogspot.com/">Crowded Solitude</a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">3] Ujjwal Raaj from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><a href="http://sourcanvas.blogspot.com/">Sour Canvas</a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4] Kanika from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><a href="http://stone-paper-scissor.blogspot.com/">Sensitive Chaos</a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">5] <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><a href="http://bollywoodstylediaries.blogspot.com/">Bollywoodstylediaries</a></span>&nbsp;from the blog of the same name</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*beeeeeeg smile*</span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-57114145298494404152010-12-13T03:57:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:33:37.275-07:00Me, the murderer of classics and brands!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I have always been an oddball. I have. And people always took that to be as crazy or weird. And thats why I have the least possible certificates and prizes in my account :[</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TQYKEwuOzpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1ls0rNmiHJk/s1600/the_odd_one__by_Camiloo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TQYKEwuOzpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/1ls0rNmiHJk/s400/the_odd_one__by_Camiloo.jpg" width="400" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I had been going through this book I used to maintain when I was in school. I had written in it my&nbsp;favorite&nbsp;texts, poems and some of my own compositions. And then I came&nbsp;across&nbsp;this page - I had attended a kiddies workshop when I was in 7th and had to create verbal advertisements for "Fevicol" and "Pepsodent" and we were given only 15 minutes for&nbsp;preparation. And this is what I do:</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Caution: Whoever laughs on my compositions get their keyboards banged with their heads!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Fevicol [sing the tune of "yeh dil, diwana" from the movie Pardes]:</strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Yeh Dil, diwana</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Diwana yeh dil</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Diwane ne, mujhko bhi,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Kar dala, diwana</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Usne mere dil ko tod, maine fevicol se joda</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>fir kabhi bhi nahi tuta hai yeh dil</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>usne dil ko punch hai mara,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>isko shatter karna chaha</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>aur fir haath hi uske tute hai lekin...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>diwane ne, fir mujhse maanga mera fevicol</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I hit him, kaha kanjus,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>its just for 5, get one of your own!</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Pepsodent ["bheege hoth tere" from Murder]:</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Peele daant tere,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Muh se badbu nikle,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Pepsodent use kar,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>tu jaldi se</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>When you open your mouth,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I feel like gagging it</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And when you come near me,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I feel like like vomiting...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Pepsodent use karke...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Your smile will be dashing</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Girls will swoon all over you</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>You'll be all they'll be wanting...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>yeah eh ehhhh</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Yeah eh ehhhhhhh</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>P.S.: In my&nbsp;defense, I'll only say I was in 7th. I was a kid! :D</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>P.P.S.: I didn't win. :P</strong></span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-51400482087366429162010-12-08T06:20:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:33:58.916-07:00So, Elizabeth Jennings spoke for me!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TP-VIuSNIkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OPkmrJIjWao/s1600/friends__by_4blacky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TP-VIuSNIkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OPkmrJIjWao/s400/friends__by_4blacky.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"><i><strong>"I fear it's very wrong of me<br />And yet I must admit<br />When someone offers friendship<br />I want the whole of it.<br />I don't want everybody else<br />To share my friends with me.<br />At least I want one special one<br />Who indisputably,<br />Likes me much more than all the rest<br />Who's always on my side,<br />Who never cares what others say<br />Who lets me come and hide<br />Within his shadow, in his house -<br />It doesn't matter where -<br />Who lets me simply be myself,<br />Who's always, always, there."</strong></i></span></span></div></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-1627001939525812010-12-02T02:59:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:34:41.479-07:00Rajnikant, WTF and a desperation of being 21.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span">I've been having a super time lately.&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span">I'd been shopping yesterday! And I've shopped as if it was the first time that I've been unleashed on all those clothes :P</span></strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>All my purchases are well hidden in the deepest pit of my ever-growing mound of clothes in my closet. I'm thinking of revealing them to my mum around Christmas! =]</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And I've just lived three family-free days all alone at my place! So, my parents finally&nbsp;realize&nbsp;that I'm old enough to take care of myself and the house and not leave the geyser on after leaving the shower or burn the whole house down or whatever. Yeah dad, mom, you make me feel great! :P</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Or maybe its because of my stubbornness. You know I can make a pretty realistic looking pout and produce tears for as long as four hours! And after that I get bored coz my mouth hurts, eyes sting and everyone actually loses interest in me and leave me to keep&nbsp;sniveling. Yeah, lovely family, no?</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sunday, I went out with friends. After a long time, it feels like. And that trip was one hell of an adventure, mind you!&nbsp;</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I had been feeling all excited coz I had researched this little lounge called "WTF" at Bandra and what actually caught my attention when I was going through their info on Google is that an entire wall is dedicated to posters of <span class="Apple-style-span">Rajnikant</span>!!!!! And all you MJ fans, there's one wall dedicated to him too!</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd3W2dxwLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hNMPBG7Osjo/s1600/20100604_v6i20-nightlife-page-2-i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="363" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd3W2dxwLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hNMPBG7Osjo/s400/20100604_v6i20-nightlife-page-2-i.jpg" width="400" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>&nbsp;<span class="Apple-style-span">WTF</span>&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd3XhlFpAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/CpqkC2I4woQ/s1600/wherecity_12299593384c1222cd796bd_wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd3XhlFpAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/CpqkC2I4woQ/s400/wherecity_12299593384c1222cd796bd_wtf.jpg" width="400" /></strong></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Buuuuttttt....but but but...the first thing we're greeted with when we enter that heavenly little place is a warning sign saying "NO ENTRY FOR PEOPLE BELOW 21". Can you believe that? All this time I've been excited to go this place and that manager comes and asks me for my ID to prove that I'm of age. And what was actually annoying was that every other friend of mine was above 21 except for me! <span class="Apple-style-span">So harsh</span>!</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Well, it doesn't end here. We then go to Cafe Bonobo and they have the same fucking rule! So, as a last resort we go to FirangiPaani where the manager, too, asks for our ID but somehow we convince them that we're above 21. We go in, ask for jain food and they say there's none! :|&nbsp;</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Most of my friends have Jain food and <i>there's no way,</i>&nbsp;they say, <i>that we're staring at you licking your plates clean.</i></strong></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Angry, hungry, defeated and annoyed we leave that place too. So now, i'm giddy with hunger, my legs ache thanks to my heels and all the places I researched don't want to take us in!</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Finally someone comes with the idea of U-Turn and we all happily run [well, not technically] towards that place and sigh with relief when we're led towards our seats and served water. The starters come and all our annoyance is forgotten in sudden sounds of scraping of spoons and forks on our deliciously tempting plates. All in all, it was entertaining and we decided that the experience has been fun instead of annoying. Phew.</strong></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd4bRRk56I/AAAAAAAAAho/0tC0E0Zonkw/s1600/DSCN3961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd4bRRk56I/AAAAAAAAAho/0tC0E0Zonkw/s320/DSCN3961.jpg" width="240" /></strong></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>That's me in P!nk</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd45aShlDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jg7rOo2c98U/s1600/DSCN3726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd45aShlDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jg7rOo2c98U/s320/DSCN3726.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd5goM9itI/AAAAAAAAAhw/enJ51ExOxzQ/s1600/DSCN3748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd5goM9itI/AAAAAAAAAhw/enJ51ExOxzQ/s320/DSCN3748.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd6J6p1rvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/e2Jwwx9deNA/s1600/DSCN3857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd6J6p1rvI/AAAAAAAAAh0/e2Jwwx9deNA/s320/DSCN3857.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd6_U-ia3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/sI8R0ykWmDg/s1600/DSCN3898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd6_U-ia3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/sI8R0ykWmDg/s320/DSCN3898.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd7r5OVdQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/JiHqZXr_O4A/s1600/DSCN3955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPd7r5OVdQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/JiHqZXr_O4A/s320/DSCN3955.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>My biggest achievement till date : My friend has to suddenly cancel the sleepover at my place and I see myself facing a whole night of darkness and fear. I'm like this biggest "phatu" on this planet. I've been scared to my wits with the idea of being all alone for a whole fucking night. And so, I'm surprised to see, when I opened my eyes in the morning, that I survived it. I'm still alive. *grins stupidly*</strong></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><br /></strong></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I know you're bored to the point of pulling at your hair and even though there's a hell lot I wanna type down, I'll stop here and save you a trip to the doctors after you bang your heads with your keyboards. :D</strong></span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-37145068616958249252010-11-28T01:30:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:36:18.467-07:00Courage's what it takes. Are you game?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPIg0jp2AmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WaVUgrwyx9Y/s1600/Without_Saying_Goodbye_by_DemonMathiel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TPIg0jp2AmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WaVUgrwyx9Y/s400/Without_Saying_Goodbye_by_DemonMathiel.jpg" width="331" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">28th Nov, 2010</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Mumbai.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Courage.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">That's what it takes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">You jump down a cliff. Slit your wrist. Take pills. Hang yourself from the fan.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">You choose to close the book. End all your troubles. Say goodbye to them forever. And the biggest reward you get is that it can't be undone. You win. You've won over them all - the pain, the emptiness, the rejection, the neglect, the deception or whatever it was that drove you to these extremes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">You smile at the ease of all of it. You smile at death and welcome it with open arms. You smile during your last breath knowing that the next second gives you freedom. You smile through it all.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">It's not cowardice. Not in the true sense. I understand, totally, that committing suicide is no child's play. There's courage involved of a completely different level. There's commitment and there's pain. But there's also determination which drives all the other emotions away.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">I don't underestimate suicide. I don't <i>not</i> understand the need to close the book.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">I don't underestimate the courage invested.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">I don't.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">And then there's a completely different type of courage.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">The courage to turn the page and move on to the next chapter. The courage to embrace the unexpected and sometimes, uninvited. The courage to take a turn towards an unknown alley not knowing what's awaiting at the end of it. The courage to turn your back on life, not in a way where you end it all, but in a way where you choose a different path knowing that the life you're leaving behind are the memories which will haunt you until you rest you head on the death bed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">It is the prospect of starting a completely new life, but with the past memories and mistakes for company, and knowing you're never going back, back to the cozy shelter of the house which saw you grow, to the lap of the mother who loved you selflessly and will always do, to the father who had great aspirations from you, whose chest swelled with pride whenever he saw you, to the brothers and sisters who looked up to you, who&nbsp;fought&nbsp;with you, shared secrets with you, to the life which you know will be easier than the one you're heading towards which needs courage of a&nbsp;caliber&nbsp;even greater then when you thought of suicide. Coz it becomes the hardest when you know you can always turn back towards the house, the mother, the father and all and have the confidence that they'll accept you without a second thought but you promise yourself that you're never turning back. That's where you courage is tested the most.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">I'm not courageous <s>enough</s>. To start a new life with the video of the past life always ready to start playing in my head. I'm just not. And I don't have a valid reason for what I'm doing today or <i>why </i>I'm doing it. I'm just doing it.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">All my life I lived for others. Today, I want to die for myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">Never again,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;">B.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She closes her diary and stares at it. For a long time.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She's dead nervous. She's still not sure whether she's courageous enough to do it. The face of her 6-year self is smiling back at her. She stares at her photo and tries to remember the girl she was 16 years ago.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Dad, can I go the party? Pleeeeaase?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"No. You're a girl. And the party is going to start very late. I'll not allow it."</strong></i></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She looks at her room. For the very last time, she realizes. She's waiting, almost hoping for the nostalgia and guilt to stop her. But truth be told, she already knew she's gonna go through what she decided the moment she wrote it in her diary. There's just nothing to stop her now.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"We're planning to go for a vacation"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Wow, where to?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Kashmir, maybe."</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Awesome, it'll be fun."</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"you're not coming, ofcourse."</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Why not?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"You've got exams to study for remember?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"But if all of you are going, that means I'll stay alone at home?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Noway. You're staying at your aunt's place"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"But I'm big enough to stay alone."</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"You're not staying alone. That's final."</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Its funny how the time is moving so fast. Like always, time always had the unobliging tendency to double its speed whenever she was looking forward to something unpleasant. She decides to go through her photos. The last thing, she promises herself.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"You know, I was thinking of maybe taking up journalism"</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"I think you should do C.A. Everyone's doing that and it's much more respectable."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She lets her tears flow as she saw herself age on paper. Each photo made a different memory pop into her head making her get lost in its oblivion for some time. Wonder was what she felt as she realized how fast time flew by. How fast she matured. How fast she became old enough to make her own decisions. The biggest decision of her life.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><strong></strong></span><br /><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Whom are you texting to?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"It's just a college friend"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Which friend?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"A GIRL. For heavens sake, people. Can't you trust me?"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"It's not the question of trust"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"It's&nbsp;only&nbsp;the question of trust"</strong></i></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She just can't delay any longer. She's getting a feeling that if she couldn't do it now, she won't be able to do it ever. She looks at her house for one last time and moves towards the destiny she wrote for herself.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"I don't want to get married."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"You're 21. It's time. You have to."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"But there's so much more left to do. I've hardly lived my life."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"You can live your life, honey. With your husband this time."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Fear grips her as she looks down at the tiny ant-like cars parked on the ground. She straightens up and stares straight ahead. Tiny sparkles of lights draw a pretty picture on the black canvas that is the sky. She sighs, takes a deep breath, and prepares herself for the fall.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"You've been the best daughter ever, B. I'll miss you very much."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"I'll miss you too, Dad."</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"I love you... Will it be too girlie if I cry now?"</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Is you loving me such a horrible thing that it makes you cry?"[Jokingly]</strong></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>---Laughs---</strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"I love you too, Dad. I do."</strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>With one foot dangling mid-air, she freezes. The memory of her and dad hits her with a huge wave of guilt. What the hell is she doing? Whatever her life has been, it shouldn't end that way. It'll be poor repayment for the 22 years of life that her parents gave her.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">But she can't go back. Not to the place where she feels smothered each and every moment of her existence. She can't bear to handle that anymore. She is just not ready to go back to &nbsp;the life where her dreams were always mocked, her aspirations stifled. <i>Whatever she does, she's not going back.</i></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And that's when she realizes what she has to do.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">She readies herself to turn to the next chapter. <i>I'll close the book</i>, she thinks, <i>when the story gets over.</i></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Where do you wish to go, Ma'am?"</i></span></span></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: inherit;"><i><strong>"Sikkim... I'll go to&nbsp;Sikkim."</strong></i></span></span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-36746404990422367732010-11-25T07:27:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:36:37.411-07:00There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Makes you think, no?</strong></span></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-1618373529541048692010-11-19T09:28:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:37:01.085-07:00Dandelion Diaries<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"></span><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She loves tangled web of emotions and thoughts.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>&nbsp;Even though she likes things to be sorted,&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>she loves seeing that her life is complicated, too.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She gets excited by the fact that her life is interesting enough&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>to be recapped and sorted.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She accepts that she had a major ego problem in the past.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She does now too. But believe it or not, she's losing some of that now.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>If her everyday rising Facebook friend list is any indication.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Most of which is due to <i>her</i> sending the friend requests. :]</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">She's revealed in her </span></strong><a href="http://jitsyspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/09/ah-wellshe-is-bit-different.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><strong>previous post</strong></span></a><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">&nbsp;</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>that she doesn't like surprises or new things.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>But things for her are changing. Slowly. But still, changing.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She's started reading new authors.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She is now a part of the worlds of Sarah Dessen,&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Maureen Johnson and so many others.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">She suggests you to read </span></strong><a href="http://www.sarahdessen.com/books"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sarah Dessen</strong></span></a><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">. She insists actually.</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Her music list is not just the same old&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Green Day and Rihanna anymore.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She thanks You Tube&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and her own ability to stay glued to computer&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>for countless hours for making her&nbsp;friends&nbsp;with "The Script",&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>"Secondhand Serenade", "Duffy" and "Daft Punk". &nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She's inviting friends into&nbsp;her&nbsp;tiny little shell.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And she&nbsp;realized&nbsp;she's liking it.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Instead of having the option of being alone&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>- which she always preferred -&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>she now finds herself craving other's company.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Well, not so much. But still.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She doesn't know how many&nbsp;friends&nbsp;she has exactly now.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And where exactly they stand in her life.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And for the first time in life, she doesn't give a damn.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She's letting the headache get to her.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She wants to see its breaking point.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She wants to know how it all unfolds.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>For the first time in her life, she doesn't know the climax.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And she simply can't stop grinning.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She wants you all to know that she's seen the Harry Potter movie&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and says that the HP-movies furore is born again in her&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>after the Half-blood Prince let down.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She shrugs in a so-what kinda way after reading everything she just typed down.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She's tired now.&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She's gonna go scan her refrigerator for some food.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>She signs off.</strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Dandelion</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">: "Ek ticket dena"&nbsp;</span></span></span></strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Bus Conductor</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">:&nbsp;"Yep. Where to?"</span></span></span></strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Dandelion</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">: *Stares at him blankly.*</span></span></span></strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Bus Conductor</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">: What? Surprised that a Bus Conductor knows English?&nbsp;</span></span></span></strong></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Dandelion</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">: *Shifts guiltily in her seat,&nbsp;</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">gives money and&nbsp;</span></span></i></span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><i></i></span></span></span><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">determinedly avoids his gaze&nbsp;</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">for the rest of the journey*</span></span></i></span></span></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TOawsxqVl2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/BRqg1L8W4H8/s1600/solved__by_camiloo-d2lgqp8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TOawsxqVl2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/BRqg1L8W4H8/s320/solved__by_camiloo-d2lgqp8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">She loves life and its complications.</span></strong></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-50924637628552427862010-11-16T22:04:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:37:33.133-07:00Beyond? Or dangling in between?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TONv64erEUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/orfqrCCmt3I/s1600/4f2ef8becb464255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TONv64erEUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/orfqrCCmt3I/s320/4f2ef8becb464255.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>&nbsp;its only about you...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>you let it be that way,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>you let it be about you...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I don't give a shit,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Infact I'm comfortable that way...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Coz,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I was a coward,&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>a prisoner of my own fears,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>with shackles of complicated emotions around my wrist...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I was just too afraid&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>to strip myself down...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>to be like you,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>to pour my heart out</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>But now,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Its just not the same as it used to be</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Now,&nbsp;</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Unlike the former me,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I want to be &nbsp;you,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I want to experience narcissism...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I want it to be about me,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I want to be self-obsessed...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I want to be ego-centric.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>And now the game starts,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>of trust and understanding...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>of friendship...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and loyalty...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and now, we'll witness, along with the countless others,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>what exactly our thing was.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Were you the damsel in distress</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and me your agony aunt?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Was our relationship merely that...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>or was it just me who was holding back?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Is this change gonna be&nbsp;worthwhile?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Or I'm I going to learn the biggest lesson of my life?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>it doesn't have to be about you.</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Sometimes...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and this is the time,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>when I get to be you...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>and you choose:</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>whether to step in my shoes...</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>or leave the path we chose together,</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>forever!</strong></span></i></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-80280423090832001062010-11-09T22:58:00.000-08:002011-03-22T08:37:59.098-07:00The fucking whore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TNpAugvjvzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XAdthc4cPVQ/s1600/de2cd3fa49921a1fe2c366da87f7a248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TNpAugvjvzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/XAdthc4cPVQ/s320/de2cd3fa49921a1fe2c366da87f7a248.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>My heart was racing faster than ever. I feared what would happen if it crossed a certain speed limit. Right here, lost in this moment, yet completely aware of every infinitesimal detail, I feared the time, not when my racing heart would push the limit and burst out of my chest, but when it would stop running wildly, stop desiring and most of all, stop fearing. I feared the time when this moment would come to an end. And now that I can see the end looming closer with every beat of my heart, I'm angry on myself for wasting my time in fear of things which are and have never been in my control at all.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Desperation overpowered me. I put everything of myself into this moment to make it memorable and strong enough to make it difficult to move on from, with a flickering light of hope still burning, somewhere...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I had closed the window to all my senses. What was truly alive for me was his hands cupping my cheeks, his tongue moving with mine, his body pressed against mine and his uncontrolled enthusiasm which was driving me crazy, making me want too.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I pushed him onto the wall and pressed my body urgently into his, curving one of my legs over his waist. I moved my hands towards his sweaty neck and to his hair. I bit his ear and then moved on to licking his lips with my tongue. Sensing my desperation, he pressed his body even closer to mine, holding my waist, moving his mouth&nbsp;rhythmically against mine. I could see all the barriers breaking down, the protective shell around me disappearing into the air, the line of limits blurring away. I could see me crossing all the borders today.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>We kissed. Deeply. Passionately. Our bodies intertwined, it felt like one body and two souls. It felt like heaven.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Slowly, he started moving his hands upwards, under my t-shirt. I hesitated, pulling my mouth back from his and place my hands on his stopping him from moving any further. He looked at my hand and then at my face. He raised on eyebrow at me and I bit my lip.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Why was I holding back now, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span">I thought. <i>This is stupid. I love him. I want him. He wants me too.</i></span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>He pulled his hand back and started to retreat. No, that wasn't happening. I panicked. And without thinking twice I grabbed his hand and pushed him on the bed. I started undoing the buttons of his shirt and then the night flew by in darkness, the sound of our breaths and moans punctuating our bliss and togetherness.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Morning came so suddenly, last night felt like a vivid dream.<i>&nbsp;</i>Sunlight was warming my naked back. A stream of emotions were coursing through me - happiness, dizziness, a sense of freedom, a little&nbsp;embarrassment&nbsp;and a silly happy grin which was stuck on my face stubbornly. After half an hour in bed, reliving,&nbsp;savoring&nbsp;and fixing to memory each and every moment of last night, I started to search for my clothes. They were strewn everywhere. Oh. My. God. Thank God he wasn't in the room.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Just when I was collecting my clothes, a glint of silver caught my eye. A silver&nbsp;photo frame&nbsp;was poking out from beneath his cupboard. I picked it up and what I saw finally switched the silly grin off from my face.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>It was him, standing hand in hand with a pretty, unknown girl. Their eyes locked on each other, their smiles reflecting their happiness. My face heated up, tears clouded my vision and my hand started trembling. I knew a big flood was on its way and started to dress hastily, wanting nothing else but to leave this place this instance. I picked up all my things and ran towards the exit. Just when I was passing the kitchen, his voice echoed, "Good morning, babe!"</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>A wave of fury ran through me and before I could help it I was walking towards him, my body shaking with anger and balling up my fist, I gave him a neat punch on his face once, twice, thrice. Satisfied, I turned my back on him, for forever. But he grabbed my wrist and shouted in my ears, "What the fuck, bitch?"</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>I yanked my hand from his grasp and bellowed back, "Shut the fuck up, you dog... you two-timing asshole!" and stalked off leaving him&nbsp;gob-smacked, cupping his cheeks in pain.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Just when I was entering the lift, I saw her - Her eyes shocked, barely concealing excitement behind them, her lips red, so were her eyes, her hair were messy and impossible. It might have been any other girl he used for benefits, using thoroughly and throwing away once she had served his purpose. It might have been the girl in the photo, smitten by the womanizing bastard. It might have been the same girl from last night; desperate, horny, trying to prove how awesome she could be in bed. It could be the girl who lost her virginity to the fucker whom she would never see again. Or it could be the slut who knew the guy was no good but still gave in. I felt tainted, contaminated. I fixed the girl who was looking back at her from the mirror into my memory - "the fucking whore" and walked towards the staircase away from the lift, the bitch and the creepy claustrophobia.</strong></span></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-55100505898993807772010-10-22T00:05:00.001-07:002010-11-11T03:08:15.005-08:00On Weddings and Misanthropy!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span><br /><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Gosh, I just&nbsp;realized&nbsp;I hate almost everything. I mean it. I mean I hate animals, Indian food, exams, waking up early in the morning, romance, relationships, couples who go to Singapore-Malaysia for honey moon, summers, monsoon, documentary movies, cigarettes,&nbsp;</span>snobs, children, being told off for being fat, people who think that they are the&nbsp;center&nbsp;of the Earth, The Earth itself, Sony Ericson's keypad, Maths, music that tears on my eardrums, stupid giggling girls, airheads, guys with yucky&nbsp;mustache, etc. etc.</span></div></div></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But you know what I hate more than getting up at 7o'clock in the morning, more than children, more than rains, more that being told that I'm fat? It's&nbsp;</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Weddings</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">!</span></span></div></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TME2LorKhfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LaWoP9S1uuE/s1600/wedding+rules+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TME2LorKhfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LaWoP9S1uuE/s320/wedding+rules+(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate having to dress up like a traditional doll with big earrings and even bigger heels and dresses whose heavy bead work poke you and make you itch all over the place!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate having to call out to all the people I know and ask them how they are!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate having to smile all the time [do you even know how much it hurts?] and pretend to be heartily interested in other's boring, monotonous lives!&nbsp;</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate being asked my age again and again and predictions being made about when I'll marry! I mean dude, I've just turned 18. Will you just let me breathe?</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate it when the conversation takes an unpleasant turn towards my weight and those over-smart, know-it-all, health experts suggest me a long&nbsp;yawn-able&nbsp;and the most&nbsp;bizarre&nbsp;and ridiculous things to become fit!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate it when people stare at my filled plate like I have&nbsp;committed&nbsp;some very&nbsp;heinous&nbsp;crime in loving sweets, chinese and pastas!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate it when they taunt me in every way possible and I just have to smile through all of it like I wish for nothing but to listen to them&nbsp;embarrass me in front of all the society!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate it all the more when I have to bear all this alone, with my sister vanished into thin air the moment we enter the venue!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate it when instead of taking my side, my parents would give me that look which plainly says, "you're getting a long lecture about this when you get home, young lady. And you better drop that ice-cream that you're holding." [Yeah, like I forced &nbsp;you to bring me here in the first place, eh?]</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And most of all, I hate the fact that I'm supposed to be shopping for a major wedding event in November wherein my cousin, my mother's most beloved&nbsp;niece, the dream daughter she never had, whom she would have readily exchanged me with and about whom she always lectures me [if given a chance] is&nbsp;<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">getting married</span>. The only thing which keeps my mouth shut is the shopping part!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The one fact that wins the number one spot in my "I Hate" list is the fact that the wedding is to take place in Rajasthan. I hate my village. The water tastes yuck. There's hot wind always blowing on your face and I'm also a bit scared about marriages in villages after listening to stories which revolve around a restless spirit entering the bride's or anyone else's body [who look smart and whom the spirit takes liking to]. I mean, what if the spirit gets to me? [I know what you're thinking and I'd rather you keep your thoughts to yourself :D]</span></li></ul><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You know what I think I'll do? I'll do all the shopping [you can never miss that] and then give some reason such as "I've got my exams" or "My students have their exams". The exam thing always work. And trust me, I've got exams every month. No one will suspect anything. :P</span></div></div></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anything to get rid of Weddings. Trust me, when I get married, it's gonna be on a beach.&nbsp;<i>Salaam Namaste</i>&nbsp;types. And there'll be swimming and dancing and staying in tents just after the wedding is over! And yeah, "the family" will be tied and gagged besides me all through the ceremony. :D</span></div></div></div></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747385278493293251.post-25620386213566345852010-10-19T04:14:00.001-07:002010-10-21T07:03:20.508-07:00They say life's a bitch. I'm guessing they haven't given exams!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Funny how a super intelligent exam partner can change your mood from</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;&gt;__&lt; to ^____________^</span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">&nbsp;in just half an hour!&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TL1sBvM3OCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gYDl1C_MNmw/s1600/exams_by_davincheese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TL1sBvM3OCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gYDl1C_MNmw/s320/exams_by_davincheese.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Would you believe me if I say I've copied my neighbor's paper word to word today&nbsp;</span></span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">without being caught or told off at all?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ixWvpCy_BU/TL1sBvM3OCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gYDl1C_MNmw/s1600/exams_by_davincheese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"></span></span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How cool is that?</span></span></div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just the last exam "LAW" tomorrow and&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">7o'clock will only&nbsp;</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">be greeted by deep sleep for a whole month after.</span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Nagging Bitch :&nbsp;</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Study</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">,&nbsp;</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">you don't wanna fail now, do you?&nbsp;</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And Facebook is hardly gonna take you much far!</span></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me :&nbsp;</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bitch off, gal! Just coz your definition of fun means solving accounts on a&nbsp;Sunday&nbsp;night with a coffee and calculator for company, doesn't mean we all are dying to follow you.&nbsp;</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've got a life, you see.</span></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just pray, people,</span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">that my result is ok enough to keep the bitch's mouth shut forever!</span></span></div></div></div></div>Dreamcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406351369640994918noreply@blogger.com5